Well, The Pressure's Too Much, You Know I Peaked Last Night

I Gotta Get Some A Quick Release

City Is Standing On My Shoulders

My Body's Going Piece By Piece

Yeah!



Yes I Know What I Want And I Know Where To Get It

And I'm Going There Right Away

This Is One Priest That I Don't Have To Fall On

Down To My Knees And Pray

No!



When Your Back's To The Wall Come Along One And All

We Shall Fight All The Slander That's Penned

It's Us We Shall Choose Let The Bigoted Lose

For Our Triumph's The Means To Their End



With You By My Side I Shall Ride Every Storm



Let The Cynics Drop Dead In Their Critical Head

They're Wrist Merchants As We All Can See

Bunch Of Deaf Ears With Their Columnized Fears

What A Shame, What A Shame, Oh Dear Me!



When Your Back's To The Wall, Come Along One And All

We Shall Fight All The Slander That's Penned

It's Us We Shall Choose Let The Bigoted Lose

For Our Triumph's The Means To Their End



Yes I Know What I Want And I Know Where To Get It

And I'm Going There Right Away

This Is One Priest That I Don't Have To Fall On

Down To My Knees And Pray